I feel bad for myself.
I always don't get things I wanted.
Which explains most of the times I'm not satisfied.
Were I not given?
No, I was given umpteenth times of chance to grab it.
The selfless me am so selfless to think about other people.
Hence, the balloon flew away into the sky before I even stretched my hand out for it.
Or rather, the guts to accept it.
I dislike me being so selfless :(
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